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by Chris Goodwin 19 July 2013
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      | Whether your knowledge of the Victorian era comes from Dickens or Hardy, 
		or given a poetic slant by Tennyson or Yeats...the age will always be 
		shrouded in reverence and mis-information.  Maybe its because the 
		higher echelons of society want us to believe that their reason for 
		being had its beginnings in the Industrial Revolution. Whereupon the 
		richest becoming ever richer, and not just because of  Royal 
		status, and the poor.... well they did everything they could not to 
		become poorer, they were mainly in the industry that fed the higher 
		class. Depending on which part of the country, depended where their 
		vocation lay with.... the north-east and their coal-mining, the 
		north-west and their cotton mills, the midlands with their engineering, 
		the list will go on, but one thing was common, they were doing all they 
		can to stay out of the workhouses. 
 The higher classes could enjoy 
		the Theatre and the Arts, with either the latest Gilbert & Sullivan 
		production, or that newest Michael Balfe composition. Whereas the lower 
		classes could congregate around the nearest bandstands for their 
		entertainment 'if they were lucky'.
 
 But it was the game of 
		football that united the classes.  And that fact will always 
		remain, that from its humble upbringings, the game of football was born 
		to us. The public schools would lay claim to it, and true, they did set 
		out the rules, but it was the working class that made the game fertile, 
		put the game on the map. And soon, every town would have a team to call 
		its own.
 
 No one would dare link the great Charles Dicken's to a 
		game of football, but he may have glanced a report or two regarding the 
		conception of the game, he'd have been thrilled by the letters of 
		derisory that ebb and flowed between the readers of the periodicals. Who 
		know's whether George Eliot read about the potential of the first ever 
		women's international game between England and Scotland with amusement. 
		Sadly, she had passed before that match was played.  Did Lord 
		Tennyson look at the Cambridge University results every week?.... did he 
		look down with pride as the association rules from his old university 
		were enveloped as the Football Association's own?
 
 One thing is 
		certain.... the game that was played before the close of the nineteenth 
		century is brought to life in Paul Brown's excellent anecdoctal book. In 
		a time when knickerbockers were unblemished by the Nike tick or the 
		Adidas three-stripe. When the pitch was a straight-forward rectangle, 
		and the goals were sticks, unable to hold any netting. The crowd mingled 
		around the touchline, without fear of hindering the view of any 
		advertising hoardings.  The games was different.... but not quite 
		as different as you may perceive.
 
 The game, in its infancy, bares 
		a significant resemblence to the children playing on the local parkland.  
		Not enough players? ah well... the kid closest to the goal is the 
		keeper.  And all decisions where discussed over a polite wag of a 
		finger.  And again, from such conceptions, the professional 
		footballer is born.
 
 And the Victorians gave us that. Whether it 
		was the prowess of Charlie Alcock... or was it his older brother that 
		gave us the game that we know it?  The Victorians gave us football, 
		and this book names quite a lot of them, they gave us a cup, and they 
		gave us international football.  So from one single innocent 
		conversation in the 1860's..... we have what we have today.... which is 
		families at war, schools at war, towns at war..... countries at war, 
		thanks to the Victorians that gave us the game of Association Football.
 
 Mr Brown's book, mostly taken from the Victorian reading of the day, 
		enlightens us and verifies a lot of the myths that have developed. He 
		also gives us the unsung heroes, the men who have a credible claim to 
		the making of the game.  Football was and still is, a big game and 
		not all credit should go just to Charlie Alcock.  Here, the record 
		is aptly set straight.... in amongst the amusing games and bizarre 
		rulings that serve as anecdotes and happily break up the flow of this 
		book.  In one page, you can gasp with astonishment and smile with 
		amusement.... and that is after all, the Victorian era!
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          The Victorian Football Miscellany is a quirky and fascinating 
		  collection of trivia, facts and anecdotes from football's earliest 
		  years. Delve into an absorbing world of ox-bladder balls, baggy-kneed 
		  knickerbockers and outstanding moustaches, and read remarkable tales 
		  of the first ever cup final, the invention of the shinpad, the 
		  evolution of dribbling, the first own goal and a seemingly-invincible 
		  penalty-taking elephant. Other entries cover the foundation of the 
		  Football Association, the development of the Laws of the Game and the 
		  origins of football's most popular clubs. Packed with stories, 
		  profiles and lists, this is an indispensable guide to the colourful 
		  and unusual world of 19th century football. 
			
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